The Elven Princess

Her breathe fogged her vision to the yonder. She waited for it to dissipate, so that she would be able to enjoy her last days at this place. She would be sorry to go, but she had no choice.   The green and orange rocks surrounding the Scottish Highlands looked exactly the same as they have been over the past fifteen years, but she could not get enough of them. The cold, winter sun reflecting on the seas beyond formed diamonds that glittered with every sway of the wind.   Her eyes scanned the horizon that was getting tinted with brown and grey clouds, and she sighed. It was the same all over, but she felt sad for Applecross, the village that she had stayed for so many years, and had come to love.   A pair of footsteps sounded behind her, and a younger looking girl came out, her face flushed. She was about a head shorter, and frail-looking. Her face was pale and soft as a petal, and seemed to radiate an unearthly glow. Her

The clearing shifted to invite the sparkling moonlight in the dark forest. There was some rustling, and gigantic oaks and cedars and others appeared in the clearing, mouths hanging open, unable to believe. "Aelanor?" an old voice wheezed. "Is that you, Eriobuild?"  "Yes, my child. You have come back!" Aelanor ran blindly through the trees and the ents, who moved away to let her pass, and hugged the great tree guardian. Tears flowed freely from her eyes as her other friends from childhood formed a circle around her, looking happier than they must have been in decades. "Oh, how we have missed you, dear Aelanor!" one of them cried. "We thought we'd lost you," sniffed an older one. Aelanor looked all around her, smiling through her tears. All of her childhood friends were there, Ashshell and Protus and Borassus. They looked wea

"Mother!"A mortal lifetime of a hundred years was not enough for Queen Gaelamar to forget the voice of her daughter. Her eyes opened slowly, deep into the sockets of her pale, frail face. Her lips were chapped, and white, with green veins running like tree sap through them. Once a figure of great might and beauty, the Queen of the North looked nothing like her former self."Aelanor," she whispered, as she tried to pull herself on her elbows."Mother, I am here," Aelanor bowed down to the Queen's bedside, her face shocked and devastated. "Please, do not strain yourself much.""Oh, my daughter," Queen Gaelamar's face shined with hope and joy, something she had not felt in a long time, "I have no fear of anything anymore, my dear. You a

One of the helpers of the castle ran to the back of the palace to call Khoral and Nexus, while the two Females went back inside to see Queen Gaelemar before they ride off."Mother, please take care of yourself," Aelanor said."I will, daughter. I would have never let you go back, but staying here has never been more threatening. I trust you would be healthy and live out the rest of your life in comfort," the Queen said."When all this is over, I will be back. And we will be reunited as a family, in the end.""My Queen, don't worry about us, we will be alright. And you will, too," Nimuel told her."I don't doubt it, my child. Perhaps we will all hold out to the eternity, or enough to live our lives best in the time we are given. Perhaps, Death will visit all of us soon, and we would be gone, just like that. But in the end, we will know that we loved each other, and we will die knowing that.""Don't talk about Death, Mother. We are fighters, w

"Shamans, or mortal human beings who can communicate with the voices of other worlds, are rare, and powerful beings who can venture into the immortal lands, in and out of the cosmic lands, without losing their sanity, and only a fragment of their lives in the journey. Six shamans are born in every century. They are granted a lifetime longer than that of the mere mortals, which erodes away as they venture into the lands which are unsuited to their physique. They are the messengers of the future in all of the lands, and that is why it is but their onus to keep journeying into the worlds. The Shamans can only enter one world at one time, unlike the immortal beings, who can travel through the portals without any consequence. These mortal beings, however, are not permitted, and may lose more than their lives if they attempt thus." Nimuel ran her fingers on the index, and turned the pages of the book. Aelanor leaned in, but Lady Saelther didn't move at all. Her eye